Lacey

there are three minutes left of her birthday
and i'd give her the world if she'd take it
keep it in her pocket
her purse, slip it into her bra
for later
when she needs it and I know she needs it
when she's all alone
when she's with 15 people
and feels all alone
she'd have it
all the trees and the swing sets
and the coins and the birds
all the hearts
broken and used
full and loving
each one pumping,
for her
and if I could give her the world in a whisper
I would
and i've tried
when she's sleeping
I can tell from her breathing
she needs it
she needs me
and "I love you" won't cut it
a hand on a forehead, she can't even feel it
asleep in my bed
asleep in his bed
I am miles away and just want to say,
once more:
Happy Birthday